Inioch Razzelnof

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Inioch Razzelnof Venn Rausumea

Inioch has been a part of Rausumea for 4 years now. He use to be a member of Yorkshire, and still is a paige to Sir Madog.

On a personal note, Inioch is the drummer of the band "Third Nature." http://www.3nature.com

The Tale of Inioch Razzelnof

In a far away country to the West, there was a valley of wonders called Gwenharra. It was a deep oasis filled with trees, grass, plenty of fresh water and all sorts of animals. Its only fortification was the vast Dwarven mountain range that almost enclosed the valley but for one path to the sea accessible by the river feeding into the city. Humans and Elves lived in peace and prosperity under their great and wise Lord, Talahim. All was well until one morning, a vast number of foreign ships sailed across the sea headed for Gwenharra. When the people of the city came to greet the visitors, they were met with a rain of flaming arrows. Thus the onslaught of Gwenharra began. The orc invasion had come. When news reached Talahim, he called the guard to arms and prepared for battle. All was lost, the orcs were too many. By nightfall the invaders flooded the valley burning and razng everything in their path. The only escape through the river opening was blockaded. Talahim's first born, prince Miandor, fell among the dead. The Lady Elwen, Talahim's second wife, managed to escape into the mountains with her baby, Inioch, seeking the help of the dwarves. Reluctant, the Dwarves agreed to raise the child and escorted Elwen to a nearby city away from the carnage that was Gwenharra. A few years after the siege of the city the people of Gwenharra split into factions. Some formed a society called Keepers who wanted only to rebuild Gwenharra in tranquility and live life as it were before the war. The others, scarred by their loss demanded the annihilation of the orcs and embracing the shadows, sharpened weapons of war. Mistaken for dead prince Miandor rose up and embraced these dark elves and humans and by right of royal lineage formed and ruled the Cult of Storms. 18 years had passed and Inioch grew strong and bold learning the ways of the Dwarves, although he couldn't help but feeling a little out of place. His best friend and mentor Darden would always assure him that "nobody was in place in the world, all you needed to do was survive, and to survive you need to drink!" They would laugh and continue with the days chores after sharing a pint of ale. One night Inioch was walking through the old city and caught Miandor lurking amongst the ruins of Gwenharra. When Inioch confronted him, Miandor proceeded to tell him about the history Inioch was ignorant of. When he had finished Miandor offered Inioch a place in the Cult of Storms. Inioch refused and accused Miandor of treason against his own people. This angered Miandor and he engaged Inioch in battle. After the fight Inioch managed to escape his brother and flee into the mountains back to his home with the Dwarves. He had told Darden about everything that had happened. The dwarves held a council meeting and decided that they would discuss the matter further in the morning. What they didn't know was that Miandor saw the very door Inioch used to enter into the city under the mountain. When Inioch had awakened, he was met with a terrible sight. All of the dwarves were dead. In the middle of the night Miandor sent soldiers to move swiftly and quietly through the caves slaying everything that was of Dwarven decent. "Leave the man alive." Miandor ordered. "I want him to see what happens to those who defy the Cult of Storms!" Inioch tried to find the body of his beloved friend and teacher, but Darden's corpse was nowhere to be found. Losing all hope Inioch fled the mountains and ran as far as he could into the desert country beneath him.

As Inioch ran he finally grew tired. Night was falling, and as Inioch looked back all he could see was a faint cloud of rising smoke on the mountain range of what was once his beloved home. He found a smooth rock to lay his head on, and drifted slowly to sleep. The next morning Inioch awoke to being carried in a wagon. His hands were bound and he was sitting up leaning against the corner of the wagon. Once his eyes adjusted he looked around and there were many more people in the cart with him. One of the men finally spoke to him. We were all tinkin you be dead by now mon. Inioch coughed and then noticed his hands were tied. "What?"

"You been sittin dare for tree days now."

"Where am I?" It was about this time that Inioch started to feel the thirst that had been denied him for the past three days.

"You be on the Great Azrac caravan!" sang the man as he lifted his hands to the sky.

"Oi! Pipe down in there you stinkin no good slaves!" shouted the driver of the cart.

"Caravan?" Inioch said. "This is just one cart in the middle of the desert."

"We be takin a different road den da others. We be goin to a different city."

Inioch sighed, we wished Darden were here to help him out of this mess.

"Day found you lyin on a rock by da wicked place."

"The wicked place?" Inioch could feel the sun beating down on him.

"Yah mon, dare be a valley surrounded by mountains. Some say dat valley be da place of da Voodoo. Dose foolish enough to be explorin da area become cursed and they grow short and hairy and are never seen again.

Inioch chuckled he didn't know that Anybody existed beyond the mountains because all the surrounded them was desert. Plus he never asked. But to think of Dwarves as cursed explorers was a rather amusing thought. But what Inioch really wanted to know were the five simple questions; where was he? Why was he there? Who are these people taking him? What was he doing there? And when was he going to die?

"You tinkin cursed men be funny do ya mon? You probably know the magic of da Voodoo!" As he said this the man started to back away from Inioch.

Inioch smiled.

"No good sir, I do not use black magic and short hairy men are not cursed. What you have witnessed are Dwarves."

The man looked confused.

"Dwarves! They are an ancient people, mountain dwellers, and makers of the finest weapons and jewelry ever seen by human eyes."

"Den how come I never erd of dees people before?"

"Dwarves, Well, they like to keep to themselves, you see."

Inioch talked to the man about the greatness of the dwarves and about Gwenharra on into the night when the cart had to rest and feed its camel. Once the driver set up his tent and tossed a bucket of piss flavored water to Inioch and the four other men everyone finally retired. Inioch didn't drink. A few hours later Inioch awoke to what sounded like someone walking around, just as he opened his eyes a huge hand grasped around his mouth. Startled, Inioch tried with both hands to tear the hand away from his face but failed. He looked up to see who his attacker was and lo and behold it was Darden!

"Keep quiet boy, and do as yer told" Darden whispered.

"What happened to you?" Inioch asked as Darden released his hand from his mouth.

"I said pipe down! Never mind about me, here, take this and run, run as far as you can in that direction." Darden pointed north as he handed Inioch a folded up piece of paper.

"No time to explain boy now run!"

Whatss goin on out there?" The man in the tent shouted.

The man started to rise and came out of the tent carrying a sword.

"Hey!" He shouted to Darden as he rushed him.

"Go Inioch, there isn't much time! Run boy, for all that's good run north!

Inioch scrambled to his feet and back away as Darden and the man started to fight. This obviously woke the other slaves and they broke into the fray.

"RUN BOY!" Darden shouted.

Confused and afraid Inioch did as he was told and ran north clinging to the scrap of paper Darden had handed to him, Inioch ran and ran until his legs gave out beneath him and he tumbled to the ground. Weary, hungry and thirsty Inioch fell asleep probably to never wake again. Inioch woke up late the next day. When he lifted his head he thought he saw the walls of a city just a few hundred yards ahead of him. He rose to his feet and walked tiredly towards the image, when he finally arrived his attention was grasped by a bumbling man just outside the walls fussing over a bottle of wine. As Inioch approached him he raised his hand in greeting and shouted at Inioch.

"Hey there sir! What are you doing wandering about the city gates?"

Inioch fell down against the wall next to him without responding.

"The name's Wilotar! What be your name?"

"My name means nothing to you sir thief."

"Now how do you know I'm a thief?"

"Why else would you be franticly fussing over a bottle of wine outside the sight of anybody else if it weren't yours?"

"Well; I..."

"That's what I thought." With that Inioch punched the man in the back of the head and took the wine bottle. The man fell to the ground.

"Hey! That's mine! I stole that fair and square!" As he finished saying this the man fell asleep. As Inioch watched him fall to the ground he tore into the bottles and turned it upside down. Every drop of the sweet tasting wine seemed to caress every taste bud on his tongue. As he finished drinking he tossed the bottle back at the man and it landed right in front of his belly. Inioch wiped his mouth and entered the through the gates and into the City of Rausumea.